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Footprints


the wonder in your eyes that fine day
imprinting our feet a warm long trail
on a beach one sunset one wonderful may
holding tight and lost from a blowing misty gale

the mischief in your eyes when you softly whispered
those sweet words they still vibrates the smallest bones in me
softly throbs a place in me where a cherub’s arrow entered
we let waves poke our toes a game we played with the sea

. . .

today i walk this beach alone and cloaked for the lack of you
but every feeling of your warmth lay within me enshrined
this beach feels ever the same but lingers the lack of you
memories of our time together still runs fresh in my mind

oh see i cannot find our footprint trial by the sea
so magical in my memories they seemed to be
and this sea ever playful has run silent with shame
i know it did rub off our footprints it is to blame


Feeling Lighter

finally i will fly
i can touch for real
this blue sky
this feeling overwhelms
as i lay suspended
in limbo

emotions and memories
from a not so distant past
broken hearts and empty bottles
all those heavy worries
and forever saying sorries
blurs away when i close my eyes
this blue sky i float
lightens my sorrow
fades away my sorrow
this dream i dream
leaves no tomorrow
to wake up again
my dream will forever last
no more pain to bury
no more deviations from sober
this limbo takes me over

finally i will not fall
i can touch for real
this blue sky
this feeling overwhelms
sorrows shall disappear fast
my dream will forever last

written for prompt: Poets United Midnight Snack (005)


Fragile People

stained glass

do you know why
we hold our wine in glass
transparent and open to see
while we sip gracefully

so we will admire the crimson liquid
the sweet blood we drained
from our mother the earth
her blood our wine we are blessed

why do we plant our flowers
in houses of glassy make
let grapevines do the embrace of lovers
open for all to see

so everyone will admire the love
written in every petal and embrace
so we can see the wildest of nature
thrive in our ever changing world

do we ever imagine we are glass people
with hearts of glass so fragile
we live in shining glasshouses
flowing open for everyone to see

so we will forever
get open love we ever crave
and handled with the care
fragile things deserve

this is my entry for: The Thursday Think Tank #66 – Glass Houses.


Window To Old Times

window
when i was younger
i sat by my window
dreaming of sights yonder
shaded by a cooling shadow
of an oak planted long ago
i saw the children play
that sweet boy from the hillside
play ball with friends from below
on a bicycle that beauty their teacher
rides on her way to school
and i saw the old folks gossip
about minute matters
they all brought a smile
and sweet memories to last
times does change so fast
in a moment it shatters
now every morning i open my eyes
the window to my old soul
then i open my cracked window
by that shady oak tree
i linger there wondering
where did the children go
where is their teacher now
does the city treat them kindly
i dearly wish so

this is my entry for Poets United Thursday Think Tank 65: Windows. the first time i’m doing so.


To Fly Without Wings

i woke one autumn morning
a crispy golden feeling
in the air a new dawn flows
and by my window wind blows
trees sway bare with leaves falling
on crystal water sending ripples
sparkling drops splatter around
distorting a mirror of sky above

i look up at the autumn sky
tiny speckles are moving away
in a file of dots further away
i do realize what i do see
swans are finally flying high
i was bound to fly i do agree
if only i had grown wings
that favor was not gifted to me

but i am not sad even a tad
a gift born out of the kernel
is snuggled safe and warm
by me is my love so eternal
springs are for love newborn
nourished in summer days
in autumns when the leaves fall
love grows strong cozy and warm

i look at this spreading field
coated in endless auburn leaves
rustling playfully to wind they yield
i guess the earth feels warm tonight
in its coat of auburn leaves
beside me is my gift my love
my beauty my wings of freedom
the only crowned one in my kingdom

in this new dawn of autumn
i relish every feeling golden
when wind echoes in playful blows
and come up knocking at my door
for wings i don’t crave anymore
because my love makes me believe
i can trace the path a leaf weave
i can fly higher without wings


Winter Moon

look down at me winter moon so blue
these auburn forests dare hide thee
so look from behind their rustling twigs
come back enshroud me in your magic

we made hay in the autumn
our barns are full thanks good fortune
those fields we toiled are now bare
our frozen lake is now crystal clear

my barn is warm but my soul is cold
so with emptiness i tread this land
violin in hand and a tune in heart
to spend a lonely night by the lake

i like how it mirrors your silvery hair
and etched within ice is your smile
my forever childish soul does care
about winters long ago past
oh my moon how so fast
this emptiness shroud my soul
these shadows cloud my mind

with frozen tears i look at your sky
with heaviness i set my violin to chin
and i will strum this saddening melody
that i can’t play at harvest nights

oh winter moon so blue
come back to earth
my violin tugs for you
come back to earth
my strings tugs for you
so again let us play on ice
let me connect eye to eye
for a kiss oh i can’t reach
beauty oh why so shy
dear you are so high


Chained

when sweet darkness gives way
we toil on an endless highway
this land tears apart every day
the flesh of our weary hearts

giving way to a new deception
fakers abound new lies are born
in silence thus strangely adorned
angel wings cry torn and chained
this brazen soil pours oil
we swim in our daily toil
our wings are chained
we are restrained
an open highway we yearn for
in name of humanity to die for
freedom chained to stone
in fire our flesh deeply burns

reminiscence become so deary
please have mercy oh almighty
grant us your holy water
towards salvation let us run away